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“Everyone, rest assured. China will definitely win!”

The last four words, Zhang Dongcheng practically roared out angrily. His voice was like thunder as it resounded in the entire empire’s divine grounds, like the furious roars of war gods in the sky, like the simultaneous roars of 1.4 billion people, causing countless buildings in the empire’s divine lands to fall from the sky, causing the ground to shake!

In the Empire’s Divine Land, the aura and confidence of the scum warriors had been completely destroyed by this roar. All of their faces were ashen, staring at those who did not know about Zhang Dongcheng.

The Chinese warriors were stunned and quickly followed Zhang Dongcheng’s footsteps. One by one, they waved their fists and suddenly roared: “China will win, China will win!”

China will win!

These four words made the more than two million ghosts that were worshiped by the empire tremble. This was the anger that came from the empires in the past hundred years!

The Emperor, the members of the Black Dragon Guild, and the thousands of evil martial artists were all dumbstruck by this roar, looking embarrassed. They also wanted to shout, they also wanted to shout, but they discovered that they simply couldn’t shout.

This was because of Zhang Dongcheng.

His aura and aura alone were like a mountain pressing down on everyone’s hearts. A suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe involuntarily emerged in everyone’s heart. A feeling of despair that came at the wrong time crept into their hearts.

Why? Why is our empire next door to Huaxia?!

Zhang Dongcheng stood at the center of the large stage calmly.

Although it was easy to kill Gong Bendahe with a single slap, but to break the spine of the entire country and cause it to lose its national destiny, he had to play around a little.

This gave rise to hope in their hearts. No matter how hopeless, how hopeless, and how repetitive it was, it was enough to anger them to the point of suicide!

Now, they were only waiting for Gong Bendahe to come out!

The blazing sun hung high in the sky. Even when the moon rose and the night fell, Gong Bendahe still had not come!

Everyone was drowsy from waiting. The emperor was lying down on a chair as he fell asleep. Countless martial artists were snoring loudly from waiting. It was extremely boring.

Damn, they had already waited for ten hours, and it was already past ten at night, why was Gong Bendahe still not here?

A lot of Chinese fighters and fighters from all over the world were furious and couldn’t help but to start cursing.

“Holy shit, what the hell is going on? Why aren’t they coming?” Are you afraid of losing! ”

“That’s right, we should just surrender if we’re afraid of losing. Fuck, we have to wait so long, how shameless!”

“Damn, this is the psychological strategy that devils like to play. They want us Zhang Sha Shen to wait until we’re out of breath so that Gong Bendahe can take advantage of them, right? “Cheers!”

“I bought a mountaineering bag last year. It’s super wear-resistant!”

A martial artist was much more patient than an average person. But even after waiting for more than 10 hours, no one came out to say anything. Many martial artists couldn’t help but curse at the Sky Emperor and the Black Dragon.

“What the hell? Is Gong Bendahe not coming anymore? ” Jing Xiaoya huffed and puffed as she spoke, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

“This little demon knows how to play this trick the best. I hope Dongcheng’s elder brother does not fall for it, and is not anxious at all.” Deng Weiwei looked at the motionless Zhang Dongcheng who was standing in the arena for more than ten hours, and his heart was a little anxious.

Zhang Dongcheng’s face remained calm, he knew that Gong Bendahe was just playing a trick. Gong Bendahe wanted to repeat that his ancestor tried to use any means possible to achieve victory.

In the legend of the devil, Miyamoto Wuka became famous for his decisive battle with Sakyamuni.

At that time, his reputation was at its peak, and he was reputed to be invincible. However, Wu Zang was just a nameless kid.

The duel was held on the island at noon.

The young man had arrived early, but Wu Zang hadn’t shown himself for a long time. Seeing that the sun was already setting in the west, Wu Zang finally arrived in front of everyone’s eyes in a small boat.

The impatient young man could not bear to reprimand Wu Zang for his breach of faith. He drew his sword, threw away his scabbard and rushed to the shore on foot. Miyamoto was unperturbed as he stood up and said, “The youngest will be defeated!”

The result was as one might well imagine. With the accumulation of martial arts, he would definitely be able to win.

Although they had agreed to battle, but they were late, and Sachiko’s heart of martial arts was not firm enough, but this kind of behavior where he did not dare to fight against warriors at his peak and did not play tricks to enrage them was praised as having thoughts, it was really clever, causing Zhang Dongcheng to laugh his teeth out.

History had always been a little girl that was allowed to dress up. Whoever won would have the right to speak!

This was not a heart of martial arts!

Martial artists had to go against the heavens and compete with heaven for luck. Gong Ben Wu Zang was able to play with his eyes in the Martial Way on Earth, but if one looked at the higher levels of martial arts, his method of doing so was to cut off his own path to heaven.

Gong Bendahe copied his ancestors and when facing Zhang Dongcheng, he would only be defeated to the point of being scolded and laughed at his ignorance!

When the time reached 11 PM, Zhang Dongcheng waited for 11 hours. Suddenly, something different.

“Wind!”

An old and imposing voice rang out, and gales blew in all directions in the entire empire. A figure floated in the air, appearing half a meter above the ground!

A majestic wave of aura burst forth from this figure. It was like a raging river that swept through the entire Fusang Deity’s Association.

In the blink of an eye, whether it was the Martial Disciple Fu Sang or the Chinese Martial Disciple, they all felt the weapon at their waist. The weapon in their hands trembled violently, as if it was about to escape from its sheath and fly towards him!

“What’s going on!?” “What’s going on?” Jing Xiaoya forcefully pressed her sword against the wall as her expression changed drastically.

“Why does my sword seem to want to leave me?” The martial artist at the side also had a face full of shock as he shouted out in a strange tone.

“This is the result of Gong Bendahe’s aura, he is attracting the attention of weapons! “What a terrifying aura, it’s too terrifying!” Some warriors screamed.

Many high level martial artists couldn’t control their weapons. Their faces were all filled with shock as all the swords, katana, spears, and other various weapons shot up into the sky and flew towards the old man!

The sounds of people seizing the treasures rang out incessantly. Over a thousand different types of weapons were placed in front of the figure, densely packed together.

Crossing through the air, sword intent soared to the heavens!

Zhang Dongcheng tilted his head and looked at the elder in front of him who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.

Hehe, this fellow’s strength is indeed not bad. This is the first martial artist on Earth that can fly up to half a meter high and still not descend. Moreover, he even has a trace of the sword intent.